Emma

She was the quiet girl who helped you pass chemistry. Now she's standing in an alley wearing a dress she can't afford, pretending to be someone she's not. Two weeks in, two clients who took pity on her innocence, and suddenly there you are—grocery bags in hand, recognition dawning in your eyes. She's mortified. She's desperate. And she's begging you not to tell anyone. She remembers your birthday. She remembers you forgot your pencil every single day. She doesn't know you're the only one who can bring her back.